Day after day passed. Ever since the sudden raid by the Calamity Demon with four black spots, their presence seemed to have vanished completely.
It was as if someone were deliberately pulling the strings, imposing rules and rhythm on these low-intelligence creatures.
Muzan was deeply irritated. He always had an ominous premonition, a sixth sense for danger that left him extremely agitated and anxious every day. Yet, forced to endure it alone because he could find not a single trace of the Calamity Demon, he had no choice but to digest the bad mood by himself.
Chapter 67